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Hudson slowly rolls her long shirt up past her belly button and exposes her breasts. My finger reaches for her nipples, I have to know if she’s hard. A chill washes over me as I trace her skin, once I reach her nipple, I circle it a couple times. Her body reacts to my touch, slightly moving into it with each delicate move I make on her body. The art I could create on her would be endless. A nearly blank canvas, mine for the taking. Moving down her body, her stomach covered in goosebumps and her breath hitches. I stop and look at her, not moving while I patiently wait to see if her eyes open. Hudson is also focused on her, not making his next move either. Watching her chest rise and fall in the same rhythm as before, she is still out andI continue my descent to the loose fitting boxers blocking my access to her bare pussy.
Hudson wastes no time, gingerly shimmying them down her hips, then her thighs, leaving them resting at her knees. My finger acts on its own now, tracing mindless designs along her hip, then her pubic area. I am captivated by the tiny creature before me. No one has ever cared enough to have pity on me, on us. No one has ever been exposed to our lives like she has. Our dark and depraved side. And yet she still had compassion for us. Maybe it’s something we will never understand, something that cannot be explained. Right now, I don’t need any answers.
My finger pushes itself between her swollen lips, and she is fucking soaked. Inserting a finger into her pussy, I slowly rub her sensitive walls and use my palm to work her clit. Banks fidgets, but this time I don’t check to see if she is awake, it wouldn’t fucking matter. The sound of soft fabric dropping to the floor briefly catches my attention. It's Hudson. He is working his cock while watching me play with our pet, our toy.
Moving my finger faster, Banks’ hips buck slightly against my hand. Her breathing has sped up and a small moan escapes her. Her pussy clamps around me and I pull my finger out, putting it between my lips and sucking her juices clean off me. She is heaven. My cock is rock hard, pulling my own boxers down. I expose myself like my brother and position myself between her legs. Gripping my cock, I line myself up to her entrance and thrust myself inside of her tight pussy. So tight it almost feels virginal. Screams echo in my ears. She’s up, but I don’t fucking care. Gripping her hips, I elevate her body, angling her as much as possible given the restraints we have her in and begin fucking her relentlessly. My hips buck rapidly as her pussy tightens even more around my cock.
Looking up with hooded eyes, Hudson has one hand over her mouth as he continues to work his length. She begins milkingmy cock, no longer fighting against the ropes that have her tied up. Banks gives into the moment, allowing her body to enjoy everything that is happening. As my cock rams inside of her a couple more times, my body tingles, and I throw my head back as my own release takes over. Ropes of my warm cum fill her, coating her walls and mixing with her own release.
“Such a good fucking girl. Letting me fill you up like this. Tied perfectly in my bed,” I rasp.
Hudson lets out a groan of his own, my eyes move up her torso taking in her bouncing breasts as I continue my assault on her tight cunt. He decorates her body with his cum, making beautiful designs all along her skin. “Fucking take it. You know the rule, no cleaning it off,” Hudson states as he continues to work himself all over her.
My movements slow down, and I place her hips back down on the bed while I am still inside of her. I don’t fucking want to leave it. Hudson removes his hand from her mouth, but she doesn’t scream or speak. She pants into the quiet room with the rest of us.
“I won't,” she whispers, promising my brother. “I won’t clean it off.” Sliding out of her, I wish we had a light on so I could watch my cum drip out of her and onto my sheets. Taking my finger, I stick it inside of her, gathering up my release and bring it to her mouth. “Open.” I instruct. She does, letting my finger pass through her lips and onto her tongue. She closes them around me and sucks, cleaning me off perfectly, moaning with each lap. I slowly pull it out of her, then lean down and kiss her forehead. “Our good girl,” I praise her. I begin undoing the ropes, moving to the other side of her.
“Such a good little Banksy for us, aren’t you?” I hear Hudson whisper to her. Then the sound of kissing follows.
I finish undoing one side of her and move to the other while they have their moment. Her body is free, but she doesn’t move until she’s done kissing my brother.
Hud pulls her boxers up, and before leaving the room, he whispers, “That includes your pussy, too. No cleaning. Understood?”
Banks swallows before whispering back, “Understood.”
Hudson leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Neither of us speak for what feels like ages. Laying in silence, I can hear our rapid heartbeats slowing down. Eventually she breaks the quiet. “When my skin is healed, will you tattoo me there, like you do with yours?”
My eyes shut, this fucking girl. Shaking my head, the fucking nerve she has.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked,” she says after I don’t respond. Then she turns on her side with her back to me.
Fuck.
“Yes.”
23
HUDSON
It is return Banksy day.
After last night's fun, I am going to miss having her around and at our disposal.
The first night wasn’t a good look for us. Kidnapping, drugging, and torturing with a skin grafter even if it was all necessary. She had to understand the magnitude of her fucking actions, unacceptable behavior, and stealing our money. Do I feel bad? Absolutely not. The light technique Landon thought of was a great psychological tool; she completely lost track of time and hope. You could see it in her eyes after the first couple of days.
Then, Landon became her hope just to crush her in a nice series of unplanned events and accidental video calls. She was crushed. It was a beautiful thing to see.
And now, she is waking up more confused than when she got here. She is in Landon’s room and he will have to deal with that pile of emotions.
Sitting on the couch, drinking my coffee, I wait for them to come downstairs so we can get this over with.
We have one final touch before releasing her into the world again, one final thank you for gifting us with team probation and bag skates every weekend.
Fucking bitch.
It’s been fun fucking with her, but when I think about the shit we have to endure now because of her, it fills me with rage. Rage to the point of wanting to lock her in our basement until the end of time. But there is no point dwelling, one semester left. It is only one semester of ruined sleep and tired bodies.
Putting my coffee cup down on the table, I hop up and head to Landon’s room. Would they hurry up already?
